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For Life is One-way street

The daily prompt: One-Way Street

Congrats! You’re the owner of a new time machine. The catch? It comes in two models, each traveling one way only: the past OR the future. Which do you choose, and why?

Life is one-way street, right? Therefore, I choose to take my journey to the future. Although, we sometimes repeat our past, like doing the same routine over and over again. Here, I do mean to say that everyday we have the opportunity to change the past, however, because we are totally consumed by this daily routine we  can’t change it or maybe we choose not to. Of course this is only my narrow-minded view to the past.

I believe in the future and what it holds for me, though I frankly still have this reluctant sense between whether we are predestined for a particular future or that we make our own future? I believe in the future because I am young and I am only 22. I have seen some trouble and despair and this is the past.

We born, we live, we follow a certain path, we face some good days and other bad days, we adjust and cope, we may fail and fall. And we stop for a short or long period, then we go back, and stand to take our One-Way street again, re-embrace this life that only moves forward.

Rudyard Kipling says in his uplifting poem IF those very interesting words;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;   
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
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stories from our memories

Ready, Set, Done

Our weekly free-write is back: take ten minutes — no pauses! — to write about anything, unfiltered and unedited. You can then publish the post as-is, or edit a bit first — your call.

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How much are we attached to our memories? the strong memories that stay attached to the small pieces of our minds, the memories that we remember with no remorse,no regret or any felling of guilt. it’s the uplifting joy , the recollection of the good times.

To let someone take a glimpse of the  memory that you once had is sometimes hard ,  and the hardest part is that we fear to ruin the rawness of that memory. At least this what I think about the intimate raw recollections that we keep to ourselves. I hope that I will find among your dear readers who share such a thought ? And, a friend the other time has given me the opportunity to take a journey into his mind, into his serendipity  that had occurred once, and that he wishes that may occur again, for life is Elusive and full of surprise. I am not disposed to tell you what my friend’s story or memory was about. However, I will say that sometimes we meet someone by chance or  coincidence and then he disappear also by chance or coincidence.

It is this idea which plants itself inside this stories from our memories that tell us ! you may live another day to see this person.

 

The Sun

Today’s Exercise: To Whom it May Concern

Pick up the nearest book and flip to page 29. What jumps out at you? Start there, and try a twist: write in the form of a letter.

 

Dear  sun

here you are Star of light loosing your power to another season. All the summer you have been torturing me with your long burning rays, there it comes the Autumn to mitigate your sunny rays behind the clouds. You may have the thought that I don’t like you, brightening star,however, I hate you not! I only fear for myself, for I am the Earth and everything on it. I am just writing this handwriting letter, to ask you almighty  not to go harsh on us, for your are  too big and we are too small.

yours faithfully

Earth Man

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Verbal confirmation

The daily prompt: Verbal Confirmation

To be, to have, to think, to move — which of these verbs is the one you feel most connected to? Or is there another verb that characterizes you better?

I wish I can do more for I believe that there is more than meets the eyes beneath this body of flesh and soul. And, If am to choose what verbs may best describe me for this particular instance I will probably say four.

to read more of everything is what I endeavor ( well ! “everything” should be relative,right? I do mean by everything what I am inclined to read. Or else I will end up like Doctor Faustus or Faust )

to be a better version of myself, and how I will choose to make this better version

to sleep less, for I am a sleeping  person and it is a bad habit that I am struggling

to move, and moving may have two interpretations; either you move to other places and meet with a new change or maybe to move on with your life when you meet with disaster and despair. Well for me I am learning how to move on with my life like any one else.

 

 

 

Truth serum for the man on the chair

The Daily prompt: Truth Serum

You’ve come into possession of one vial of truth serum. Who would you give it to (with the person’s consent, of course) — and what questions would you ask?

Now that I am into possession of this truth serum, I am afraid I am going to need a larger container! For the number of people who I will give it to is big, like huge, enormously huge…!

Most of the persons that I would like to choose won’t dare to bear such an experiment for I am from Tunisia and a revolution has taken place, after more than three years of giving and taking , of a few  dead bodies, of  people who wake up from their narrow-minded silence, of the murdering and assassination, of men of two faces  that are now trying to make their way back to lovely sweet chair.

You fine candidates of your time,

Running for your presidential office,

like running to your humping beds

You fine orators of your time

Good in looking wise, and wise in saying lies

You fine delegates of your time

dare you taste this vial of blurred serum?

that it will make your homeland men at ease.

or maybe you will be afraid that this truth serum will twist

your untruth you spoken and drive you away from the four-legged chair.

 

 

 

 

Fact Or Fiction !

Today’s prompt: The Great Divide

When reading for fun, do you usually choose fiction or non-fiction? Do you have an idea why you prefer one over the other?

fictionIf I would like to be honest to myself as well as to the prompt, I have first to admit that I am not a good reading figure. A couple of years before now, I can tell that reading fiction or non-fiction books was not taken seriously or rather habitually. It is only when I went to college and choose to have a degree in English civilization and literature that I started to take reading earnestly.

Today and as part of our academic curricula, I am dealing(well, most of the time struggling !) with different literary genres such as fiction, drama, and poetry. And that’s why  I dare not to read any fiction on my fun time. I would prefer to shift a little bit further into a more realistic world, where usually I chose to read about biographies, philosophy, history, and many other things that are not related, what so ever to what I see in class.

 

 

 

 

 

Following the daily post

Ready, Set, Done

Our free-write is back by popular demand: today, write about anything — but you must write for exactly ten minutes, no more, no less.

 

I think that we have already did this kind of tasks before. But, I don’t mind to repeat it again, because , last time I had to find an idea or something to talk about it. however, today I think that I am more familiar with writing 101 as well as the world press platform.

So, here it is ! a few weeks ago I applied for this nice non-profitable organization called the International Association of Students in Economic and Commercial Science (AIESEC). And yesterday, I was informed that my application was taken into account. I am really excited for my interview tomorrow.

This is a good opportunity for me if I want to improve in the domain of public speaking, integrity, and embracing diversity. although, this is going to be my first interview, I am hopping to do good tomorrow and  get accepted by the local committee.

AIESEC’s motto is “Empowering Young People for Peace and Fulfillment of Humankind’s Potential” and this can be the right  place for me to unleash my inner potential and meet the world.

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Autumn is not here yet

Autumn Leaves

Changing colors, dropping temperatures, pumpkin spice lattes: do these mainstays of Fall fill your heart with warmth — or with dread?

 

the sun is behind the clouds, penetrating its rays, full of moisture. And, the temperature is above what we have seen in the summer days. Our grandparents and their parents before them used to call this days “the midday’s of pomegranate and quince” those two kinds of fruits that needs a high temperature in order to reap. Although, this days of September may not be like the mainstays of Fall in most other countries. I still remember this little tree at the entry of our country-home that I have cherished so much in Autumn.

” Ooh’ my endearing lovely tree, how magnanimous in Summer to cast your shadow over me.

More majestic  and delightful in Autumn to manifest all your encapsulated beauty for me “

The Autumn is like any other season that has its delightful and dear warmth. however, if I can relate this prompt to the other one “Absolute Beauty”  I can see that the beauty of Autumn is inter-subjective shared by many conscious minds and that’s why this capturing season will always run  into our wearied hearts.

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Some happenings

Happy Radars

Happiness-is..

Are you a good judge of other people’s happiness? Tell us about a time you were spot on despite external hints to the contrary (or, alternatively, about a time you were dead wrong).

 I think that I am not at all a figure who can judge other people’s happiness. However, I am afraid to tell that when I was about to write this prompt today, my cousin and her little boy come to stop by. It appears that my sister asked her for a drive. Well after getting in and saying hello, she took my mother to the seating room where she starts to complain about her different problems. I have to say here in the first place  that I was not at all try in any way to bother to listen for what they are saying. After greetings, all I did is to take the sweet little boy and with some color pens, we started drawing a picture.

The truth is that I heard the some of the talk, for her voice was very loud and yet too loud to ignore it. In here voice there was an elusive trembling waves of rumbling disappointment and negativity. I have to remember that! for I spent most of the afternoon taking a long walk.

What I am disposed to maintain here is not this catalyst that made me write about this outrageous happening. But, that voice of remorse and regret, that voice of   irritation and despair that has encapsulated my walk with an unrestrained fear from tomorrow.